Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

:: Droplet ::

August 18th, 2012

:: Droplet ::

He sat, as he listened, nodded, and played with the drops of condensationFormed on the glass of beer. The water droplets merged and then, heavy with burden,They moved swiftly downwards, in the process, fused with even more droplets. The water droplet was a droplet no more, but a quick stream of liquid that Moved swiftly towards the base of the glass, plunging towards gravity, Then disappearing between the gap of the bar-table, and beneath,And then, it became insignificant once more.